Wouldn’t THAT be a treat… as it is I’m heading for the Mediterranean Kitchen in lieu of the real deal to catch up with friends who are in town briefly from America.
It as isn’t unusual to see them as one may imagine with friends from so far away (Washington DC) but Nobill is a bit in demand as a speaker on the physics circuit (there’s such a thing? Who knew!) so I see them every 18 months or so.
I love that we’re eating somewhere other than the city, I get to do a bit of exploring, before it gets dark. I NEVER go over that side of town, so tonight’s an adventure.
I’ll post a restaurant review if it isn’t too late when I get home!
I’ll be Jiggered
I have a tequila problem.
I know, who’d have thought there were any such thing?
I think i need one of these.
I am led to believe this because I’m drinking a (like, what else…) margarita and having had no dinner I’m feeling it.
Lips buzzy… head… afuzz.
One margarita (actually, only one half of a margarita).
Pathetic.
This could be because I have nothing that is sized between a tablespoon or 1/4 of a cup with which to measure the vital ingredients. Today I tried half of a 1/4 of a cup… (ok, an 1/8) but that’s still a little large for your common or garden margie. It tastes good. But it really only leaves room for one.
Sigh, only 1 margie? Impossible.
So, new items added to the 2007 Christmas list?
One.
Freedom
Freedom
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The Mother Africa place-holder post from earlier in the week wasn’t just random, Africa’s been on my mind all week.
I’ve been listening to the soundtrack to ‘The Power of One’ and the African video is sound tracked by the ‘Mother Africa’ my favourite track from that album.
I’ll never forget the first time I heard it. My mate Gillian and I were hanging out, I’d not seen her for years, and I haven’t seen her since, but I was visiting her small school house in the Taranaki and in the evening we turned the lights out, lit a couple of candles and she played me that track. I was totally changed.
I have loved the music of Africa ever since. And I’m grateful to a bunch of people who’ve fostered that… Redsaid included, I still love my compilation cds she lovingly made for me.
Anyway, the college I’ve been studying just put on their end of year production which was written to bring awareness of the work of two aid workers who are members of our churches in Northern Uganda.
They are unbelievably courageous and working against dreadful conditions to raise up a new generation of Ugandan children.
“New” Gandans.
One day I’m going to go there, both to hear the music of Africa and to see and take some small part in the work.
I really hope it’s sooner rather than later.
Civic Duty
Today I exercised my first ever vote in a federal election. This is one of the main reasons I became an Australian. I mean, I’ve lived here for the best part of 9 years, I need to be able to have my say and I’ve always figured I have no cause for complaint if I have no way of doing anything about the democratic process.
I walked out of the polling place feeling good. It’s a weird thing to feel good about. There are many people who do it because they have to, in Australia voting is compulsory (I still feel funky about that… surely part of democracy is exercising your choice NOT to vote if you chose.)
Still, I walked out head high and shoulders back, proud to have done my part, proud to be an Australian (and for those Kiwis out there I’d be equally pleased to be doing the same back in NZ). And as a result of millions of us taking part in the democratic process Australia has a new Prime Minister and is in for an interesting ride as a new broom sweeps through after 11 years of the old guard.
I wish John Howard a peaceful and relaxing retirement and look on with interest as the new government takes shape.